Jethro Tull - Broadford Bazaar Lyrics
Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing.Vivas, cortinas, weaving in their wake.With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling,Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake.And its ``all come willing now,Spend a shilling now,Stack up the back of your new motor-car.Theres home-dyed woolens, and wee plastic [cuillins][blessed? ] [cuchulains? ][cuchulain == mythical irish hero --- wee plastic cuchulains? ][jo-l@kcbbs.gen.nz (jo lobb) explains: broadford is a town onSkye (where the road that passes dun ringill leaves the mainRoad, incidentally) and skyes famous cuillin hills are nearby.I suppose tourists could be expected to buy wee plastic modelsOf spectacular hills .... also, the cuillin hills are ``alsoKnown as the coolins or cuchullins, possibly after an ossianicHero..., so maybe wee plastic model heroes do make sense, afterAll.]The day of the broadford bazaar.Out of the north, no oil-rigs are drifting.And jobs for the many are down to the few.Blue-bottle choppers, they visit no longer.Like flies to the jampots, they were just passing through.And its ``all come willing now,Spend a shilling now,Stack up the back of your new motor-carWhere once stood oil-rigs so phallicTheres only swear-words in gaelicTo say at the broadford bazaar.All kinds of people come down for the opening.Crofters and cottiers, white [wild? ] settlers galore.[crofter == farmer renting land][cottier == farmer renting land]And up on the hill, theres an old sheep thats dying,But it had two new lambs born just a fortnight before.And its ``all come willing now,Spend a shilling now,Stack up the back of your new motor-car.Well take pounds, francs and dollars from the well-heeled,And stamps from the green shield.The day of the broadford bazaar.
